Bad Blogger, No Cookie

So I skipped yesterday. Sorry. I'd like to say it was the impending doom of having to get four fillings today, but I only just found out this morning that today is the Day of Dental Hell. Also, as you may have noticed, it's raining. A good day to wear flip-flops, too.

Yesterday did turn up one lovely example of what I shall ever so creatively call Oregon In the News: The New York Times did a nice piece on Clear Creek Distillery (as always, if it wants you to log in, go to BugMeNot). Pear brandy always reminds me of being a curious 14-year-old, asking my stepfather what he was drinking; the hot, fruity scent was wafting across the table at me. "Would you like to taste it?" he asked.

It was a very effective way to leave me disinterested in drinking. At least until college, anyway.

While I'm talking Oregon, don't forget the Tillamook Mac & Cheese contest. I can't claim to be inspired to such heights as to include crab â€” or maybe it's just that my wallet can't reach to such great heights â€” but there's something tantalizing about this all the same.

Which is more than I can say for most of the internet today. Short of doing another trawl through my unread bookmarks â€” all too many of which have to do with Harry Potter or Joss Whedon, it seems â€” I've got nothin'. You want something to do? Go vote for Best of Eugene! And come by and pick up some flyers while you're at it.